Don’t Turn from Summer

Chapter 88

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It was dark, but in Feng Chen's top-floor conference room, the lights were bright.

Crystal lamps adorned the top of the head, and there were not many people sitting by the long log table, which was as smooth as a mirror. But they are the core executives of Fengchen, as well as the top analysis team of the investment department.

For the past two months, the stock market has continued to rise. Feng Chen has made a lot of money. Therefore, in such meetings, investment managers always have a red light on their faces.

The two businesses of real estate and clothing remained stable. It has declined slightly due to the impact of e-commerce, but it is still the leader in the industry.

When the situation was good, Zhou Zhisu, Sun Zhi and others insisted on holding such strategic analysis meetings many times. Lin Mochen was present.

Among the men in suits and leather shoes, Lin Mochen sat in the first place, resting his elbows on the arm of the chair, bowing his head in thought.

"Dong Lin, President Zhou, we believe that this round of the stock market still has ample room for growth." The positive investment manager insisted, "The macroeconomic data is good, the national policy is also supporting, and investors are very confident in their investment. Even if there is The foundation is unstable, but these macro aspects can at least support the broader market to go up by 2,000 points. We should continue to adopt an active investment strategy, and then consider adjusting at that time.”

"I don't think so." The conservatives retorted, "The downturn of the real economy is not a day or two. Such a crazy round of rising market, the confidence of investors and the strength of market funds are not enough to support. Let's look at the technical aspects. data… "

Conservatives open slides and do all kinds of graph analysis. However, not to be outdone, the activists also presented technical analysis data.

Zhou Zhisu turned to look at Lin Mochen: "Director Lin, what do you think?"

The crowd suddenly quieted down.

Lin Mochen tapped his fingers on the armrest and smiled a little coldly: "There is still room for upside. But the capital flow of the stock market and the big data of some large-cap stocks are all different. This round of market conditions is indeed confusing, you guys are good. Tracking these data, I want to be accurate to the hourly report. In this way, a hidden outline may be pieced together. The investment strategy is recommended to be adjusted to prudence and appropriate contraction.”

After discussing the investment business, it is the turn of the industry.

Lin Mochen looked at Sun Zhi: "How was the preparation of the project plan you reported last time?"

Sun Zhi replied: "The online part has begun to take shape. Next week, you can see the shelf of the new website. The resources of the offline part are still being integrated. We have signed non-disclosure agreements with our partners."

Zhou Zhisu said with a smile: "Isn't it because the chairman has set higher requirements for them? Originally planned to try to make 500 million dishes this year, and now they want them to make 3 billion."

Lin Mochen smiled and replied: "E-commerce, if you don't do it, it's enough. If you do it, you have to make it bigger and newer, so that the cake can be divided. I support you in doing e-commerce now, and it's not because I see this cake getting bigger and bigger. , want to go in and get a piece of the pie. Isn't the cake in our hands not enough? But Fengchen's business model must be more in line with the characteristics of the current Internet + era. Besides, in times of peace, Fengchen should also look for new economic growth points. .

The network just provides a shorter way, allowing us to better combine the needs of our customers with our superior capabilities. But the more networked, the more Fengchen needs to provide high-quality products that more accurately meet customer needs, and the business model must be innovative. Instead of imitating the forerunners, they are still doing simple trading platforms and relying on price competition to enclose land. In the shopping mall, the second imitator may still have a way to go, and the third imitator is an idiot.

Only in this way can we make a breakthrough in the increasingly flooded e-commerce market. And it is a blood path that cannot be replicated by others. "

The meeting was over and the crowd dispersed. At this time, it was the first time when the lights were on. Lin Mochen returned to the room, turned on the floor lamp in front of the window, and looked up, but saw that the window of her house was always dark.

It was not too late, and the music of the square dance came up from the roadside downstairs. Various lights outside, through the blurred glass, reflected in the room.

He Jing drank a little too much and fell asleep on the sofa. Mu Hanxia covered her with a blanket. She drank too much today, her head was heavy, her heart was always uncomfortable, and her mind was not very clear.

But she always remembered one thing she had to do.

She walked into the back room and closed the door so that He Jing would not hear. Then dialed Lu Zhang's number.

At this moment, next to the reservoir in the suburbs of Beijing, although there is a cold wind, it is better than the bright stars and the warm bonfire. Lu Zhang and a few friends are leaning on the tent beside the fire, and a few girls who brought them are grilling food with laughter and laughter.

Several people were playing cards, but Lu Zhang didn't go today. He put his arms behind his head, staring at the stars, in a daze.

A girl, holding a few strings of food, came over and pushed him: "Hey, Xiao Lu, why don't you eat?"

"I'm not hungry." He said lightly.

The girl squatted beside him with a smile: "Didn't you say last time you wanted to teach me how to fish? How about we go fishing at night? I'm still a little scared."

Lu Zhang glanced at her: "I don't want to go today, you can find someone else to teach you."

The girl froze for a moment, then got up and left.

A brother next to him saw this scene and smiled crampedly: "Oh, Xiao Lu, didn't you say this girl was cute last time? We brought her here on a special trip today, what kind of cold face do you give people? ?"

Lu Zhang sneered and said, "It's boring to follow like a mosquito."

The brother laughed: "That's not because you are a piece of fragrant meat!"

At this moment, the mobile phone in Lu Zhang's pocket rang. He took a look, smiled, and picked it up lazily: "Hello? Miss me?"

Sitting in the dark room, Mu Hanxia rubbed his brows and said, "I don't think so. What do I miss you? Do you abuse yourself? Lu Zhang, I have something to ask you."

Lu Zhang felt that the tone of her speech today was a little different. More refreshing than usual, but with a bit of coquettish anger. He didn't think deeply about the reason, but felt that it was very useful in his heart, and replied with a smile: "What's the matter? Let's talk."

Mu Hanxia: "I want to arrange someone to be my assistant. It's my former friend. Now the situation is not very good, I want to help her. Can you?"

That's it

Lu Zhang replied nonchalantly, "Okay, whatever you want. It's a big deal."

Mu Hanxia was relieved, and smiled, "Lu Zhang, thank you."

Lu Zhang laughed silently, just about to say a few more words, but the sound of "dudu-" came, and she had hung up.

Lu Zhang looked at his phone and threw it aside. After thinking about her last smiley tone, she laughed again to herself.

The brother next to him saw it and asked, "Whose phone is it?"

Lu Zhang replied: "Who else, my dad will find me that master. She has to call me every three days to ask for instructions, hey..."

"Is that the old woman you mentioned earlier?"

"Um."

The brother reached out and patted his shoulder: "Little Lu, why do I think you've been fascinated by that old woman recently? Take it easy."

Lu Zhang was still laughing at first, but then fell silent.

He Jing on the sofa groaned: "Water..."

Mu Hanxia felt dizzy herself, but she still poured a glass of water and fed it to her. Two women collapsed on the sofa. He Jing was not completely drunk, but after drinking, she became sober again, opened her eyes, and looked at the ceiling divergently.

"Ah Jing, follow me to Beijing." Mu Hanxia said.

He Jing was startled.

Mu Hanxia shook her hand and smiled: "I told the little boss of the company just now, you should follow me. The company is good, the boss is good, and the treatment is good. They arranged a two-bedroom apartment for me. , you went to live with me."

He Jing: "No, but..."

"No, no?" Mu Hanxia slapped her, "Didn't you say, you also thought about taking a different path? Someone once changed my life, taking me from the life of a salesman to another completely Different, in his world. In a better world. Now that I have the ability, I can't change the fate of more people, but I can take you there. Start again, Jing, start tomorrow, just be yours Life turned around and started again. Trust me, trust me, the two of us can do it, okay?"

He Jing's tears came out all of a sudden, but her heart shook even more silently. She suddenly hugged Mu Hanxia and said, "I'm sorry, Axia."

Mu Hanxia laughed: "What are you sorry for?"

"No... I'm causing you trouble. I know it's a drag..."

"What's the matter, how much are you? You can't even drag a finger on me, okay?" He Jing cried and laughed for a long time when Zeng wanted to marry you.

The two sat quietly on the sofa, stopped drinking, and drank water slowly, in a daze. Mu Hanxia said, "I saw Meng Gang today."

"Meng Gang?" He Jing said, "I haven't seen him for a long time since I resigned from Leya. How is that bastard?"

Mu Hanxia stared at the blurred light in the room and replied, "Is it good or bad. Has he suffered any setbacks in the past few years?"

He Jing raised her hand to cover her aching forehead and said, "Well... I heard from friends who are still in Leya that he seemed to have been rectified a few years ago. It seems to have offended a big developer from Beijing, but It's all just rumors. Then he stopped being the store manager."

Mu Hanxia felt his temples jump slightly. The ambiguity and coercion that Meng Gang had on her once, and that night, the warm men's suit, the quiet car, and the winding road leading to the slums flashed in my mind like a glimpse of light.

"Developers from Beijing?" she asked.

He Jing said with a "uh", "I don't know too well. But it seems that Meng Gang knelt down and was in front of many people. That's why it spread so well. He deserves it!"

Mu Hanxia raised her head and looked at the blurred light on the window glass. She was silent for a while before asking He Jing, "It's getting late, do you want to go to bed?"

He Jing shook her head and stood up against the wall: "I've been busy in the store for a long time, and I stink to death. Go take a shower and then sleep. Go to sleep first."

Seeing that her condition was okay, Mu Hanxia stared at her and entered the bathroom, then got up and entered the room, undressed and lay under the quilt.

Her alcohol intake was not very quiet at first, but at this moment, her stamina came up, and her consciousness soon became unclear. But a certain part of his mind seemed to be particularly stubbornly awake. The image of Lin Mochen kept appearing in her mind, probably because of the effect of alcohol. She thought about what He Jing had just said, Meng Gang kneeled down for that person and was spared, and she felt very uncomfortable, and her chest was stagnant and uncomfortable.

She wiped away tears.

She thought that she had just told Zhang Zi a few days ago that all she felt was pain, not sweetness.

But now, why is there a trace of sweetness after the pain in my heart

She took out her phone and tried to find his number. But she was drunk and could never be found. In a trance, I seem to hear the sound of the phone ringing from somewhere. She habitually pressed the answer button and put the phone to her ear.

"Hey… "

"Hello." A deep, familiar voice came. Mu Hanxia burst into tears, but laughed again: "Lin Mochen..."

Lin Mochen on the other end of the phone was silent for a second.

"Are you crying?" he asked.

"Of course not," she replied. "I'm laughing."

Lin Mochen's voice was even deeper: "Have you been drinking?"

"Yeah." Her voice suddenly calmed down, "Lin Mochen, let me ask you something."

"you say."

I don't know if it was her illusion, but his voice seemed to be extra gentle.

"Meng Gang's thing... what did you do?"

Lin Mochen was silent for a while, and replied, "He's unlucky, it's me who got into trouble."

His tone was very flat, but Mu Hanxia only felt that the feeling of soreness and swelling in his heart was coming out again, almost making her sink in.

"Thank you," she said, "Lin Mochen, good night, see you tomorrow. Remember to keep running."

"Okay." Lin Mochen replied, "Where are you now?"

"I'm in Jiangcheng, He Jing's house."

"Specific address?"

In the sky, the moon is already hanging high. Lin Mochen put down his phone, was silent for only a few seconds, picked up his jacket, and walked out of the room.

When going downstairs, he met Sun Zhi in the elevator who was about to go home. Sun Zhi looked at him and asked cautiously, "Director Lin, where are you going?"

"Jiangcheng."

Sun Zhi looked down at his watch and was surprised: "It's so late? I guess I won't be able to catch the last flight."

"Drive over there."

"What happened?" Sun Zhi asked with concern.

Lin Mochen was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "It's a big thing. Go for a run."